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Psalm 42:4 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

4 My soul is poured out in me, when this I think upon; Because that with the multitude I heretofore had gone: With them into God's house I went, with voice of joy and praise; Yea, with the multitude that kept the solemn holy days.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

4 When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: For I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, With the voice of joy and praise, With a multitude that kept holyday.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

4 These things I [earnestly] remember and pour myself out within me: how I went slowly before the throng and led them in procession to the house of God [like a bandmaster before his band, timing the steps to the sound of music and the chant of song], with the voice of shouting and praise, a throng keeping festival.

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American Standard Version (1901)

4 These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, How I went with the throng, and led them to the house of God, With the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.

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Common English Bible

4 But I remember these things as I bare my soul: how I made my way to the mighty one’s abode, to God’s own house, with joyous shouts and thanksgiving songs— a huge crowd celebrating the festival!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

4 And I will enter, up to the altar of God, to God who enlivens my youthfulness. To you, O God, my God, I will confess upon a stringed instrument.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

4 And I will go in to the altar of God: to God who giveth joy to my youth.

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Psalm 42:4
28 Tagairtí Cros  

O enter then his gates with praise, Approach with joy his courts unto: Praise, laud, and bless his name always, For it is seemly so to do.


Thy wrath and indignation did cause this grief and pain; For thou hast lift me up on high, and cast me down again.


O wherefore should the heathen say, Where is their God now gone?


I joy'd when to the house of God, Go up, they said to me.


Now, for my friends' and brethren's sakes, Peace be in thee, I'll say.


We join'd sweet counsels, to God's house in company we past.


Ye people, place your confidence in him continually; Before him pour ye out your heart: God is our refuge high.


Why say the heathen, Where's their God? let him to them be known; When those who shed thy servants' blood are in our sight o'erthrown.


Thou makest us a strife unto our neighbours round about; Our enemies among themselves at us do laugh and flout.


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